This is a song about "Left"

I'm still confused about why you left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

With the rest who are left

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Your family is left wondering why

Now everybody put your hands up high

Bout time i got my respect

Take away what ever's left

Promises that had us left assured

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I left for one summer,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

He was being a bully so i left